Alon. This is as strange a maze as e'er men trod: And there is in this business more than nature Pro. Sir, my liege, Do not infest your mind with beating on The strangeness of this business; at pick'd leisure, Which shall be shortly, single I'll resolve you (Which to you shall seem probable,) of every These happen'd accidents: till when, be cheerful, And think of each thing well.-Come hither, spirit; [Aside. Set Caliban and his companions free: Untie the spell. [Exit ARIEL.] How fares my gracious Sir? There are yet missing of your company Some few odd lads, that you remember not. Re-enter ARIEL, driving in CALIBAN, STEPHANO, and TRINCULO, in their stolen apparel. Ste. Every man shift for all the rest, and let no man take care for himself; for all is but fortune:-Coragio, bully-monster, Coragio! Trin. If these be true spies which I wear in my head, here's a goodly sight. Cal. O Setebos, these be brave spirits, inHow fine my master is! I am afraid He will chastise me. Seb. Ha, ha; [deed! What things are these, my lord Antonio! Ant. Very like; one of them Is a plain fish, and, no doubt, marketable. Pro. Mark but the badges of these men, my lords, [knave, Then say, if they be true:-This misshapen His mother was a witch; and one so strong That could control the moon, make flows and Seb. He is drunk now: Where had he wine? Alon. And Trinculo is reeling ripe: Where should they Find this grand liquor that hath gilded them ?— How cam'st thou in this pickle?" Trin. I have been in such a pickle, since I saw you last, that, I fear me, will never out of my bones: I shall not fear fly-blowing. Seb. Why, how now, Stephano? Ste. O, touch me not; I am not Stephano, but a cramp. Pro. You'd be king of the isle, sirrah? Ste. I should have been a sore one then. + Honest • Conductor. on. Alon. This is as strange a thing as e'er I look'd [Pointing to CALIBAN. Pro. He is as disproportion'd in his manners, As in his shape :-Go, sirrah, to my cell; Take with you your companions; as you look To have my pardon, trim it handsomely. Cal. Ay, that I will; and I'll be wise hereafter, And seek for grace: What a thrice-double ass Pro. Go to; away! Alon. Hence, and bestow your luggage where you found it. Seb. Or stole it, rather. [Exeunt CAL. STE. and TRIN. Pro. Sir, I invite your highness, and your train, [it To my poor cell where you shall take your rest To hear the story of your life, which must Pro. I'll deliver all; And promise you calm seas, auspicious gales, And sail so expeditious, that shall catch Your royal fleet far off.-My Ariel ;-chick,That is thy charge; then to the elements Be free, and fare thou well!-[Aside.] Please you, draw near. [Exeunt. ་་་་་་ EPILOGUE. SPOKEN BY PROSPERO. Now my charms are all o'erthrown, Unless I be reliev'd by prayer; * Applause: noise was supposed to dissolve ? spelt ACT I. SCENE I.-An open place in Verona. Enter VALENTINE and PROTEUS. Even as I would, when I to love begin. adieu ! Think on thy Proteus, when thou, haply, seest Val. And on a love-book pray for my success. How young Leander cross'd the Hellespont. Val. No, I'll not, for it boots thee not. With heart-sore sighs; one fading moment's mirth, With twenty watchful, weary, tedious nights: Pro. So, by your circumstance, you call me Val. So, by your circumstance, I fear, you'll prove. Pro. "Tis love you cavil at; I am not Love. The eating canker dwells, so eating love Pro. Yet writers say, As in the sweetest bud Val. And writers say, As the most forward Is eaten by the canker ere it blow, [bud Even so by love the young and tender wit Is turn'd to folly; blasting in the bud, Losing his verdure even in the prim And all the fair effects of future hopes. But wherefore waste I time to counsel thee, That art a votary to fond desire? Once more adieu: my father at the road Expects my coming, there to see me shipp'd. Pro. And thither will I bring thee, Valentine. Val. Sweet Proteus, no; now let us take our leave. At Milan, let me hear from thee by letters, Pro. All happiness bechance to thee in Val. As much to you at home! and so, fare. well. (Exit VALENTINE. Pro. He after honour hunts, I after love. He leaves his friends, to dignify them more; I leave myself, my friends, and all for love. stance. Pro. It shall go hard, but I'll prove it by another. Speed. The shepherd seeks the sheep, and not the sheep the shepherd; but I seek my master, and my master seeks not me; therefore, I am no sheep. Pro. The sheep for fodder follow the shepherd, the shepherd for food follows not the sheep; thou for wages followest thy master, thy master for wages follows not thee: therefore, thou art a sheep. Speed. Such another proof will make me cry baa. Pro. But dost thou hear? gav'st thou my letter to Julia? Speed. Ay, Sir: I, a lost mutton, gave your letter to her, a laced mutton; and she, a laced mutton, gave me, a lost mutton, nothing for my labour. Pro. Here's too small a pasture for such a store of muttons. Speed. If the ground be overcharged, you were best stick her. Pro. Nay, in that you are astray; 'twere Dest pound you. Speed. Nay, Sir, less than a pound shall serve me for carrying your letter. Pro. You mistake; I mean the pound, a pinfold. Speed. From a pound to a pin? fold it over and over, Tis threefold too little for carrying a letter to your lover. Pro. But what said she? did she nod? [SPEED nods. Speed. I. Pro. Nod, I? why, that's noddy.t Speed. You mistook, Sir; I say, she did nod: and you ask me, if she did nod; and I say, I. Pro. And that set together, is-noddy. Speed. Now you have taken the pains to set it together, take it for your pains. Pro. No, no, you shall have it for bearing the letter having nothing but the word, noddy, for my pains. Pro. Beshrew* me, but you have a quick wa Speed. And yet it cannot overtake your slow purse. Pro. Come, come, open the matter in brief: What said she? Speed. Open your purse, that the money, an the matter, may be both at once delivered. Pro. Well, Sir, here is for your pains: Wha said she? Speed. Truly, Sir, I think you'll hardly win her. Pro. Why? Could'st thou perceive so much from her? Speed. Sir, I could perceive nothing at all from her; no, not so much as a ducat for delivering your letter: And being so hard to me that brought your mind, I fear, she'll prove as hard to you in telling her mind. Give her no token but stones; for she's as hard as steel. Pro. What, said she nothing? Speed. No, not so much as take this for thy pains. To testify your bounty, I thank you, you have testern'dt me; in requital whereof, henceforth carry your letters yourself: and so, Sir, I'll commend you to my master. Pro. Go, go, be gone, to save your ship from wreck; Which cannot perish, having thee aboard, SCENE II.-The same. house. Garden of JULIA'S Luc. I have no other but a woman's reason; think him so, because I think him so. Jul. And would'st thou have me cast my love on him? Luc. Ay, if you thought your love not cast away. * Ill betide. + Talk. +Given me a sixpence. Pass sentente. Luc. Yet he of all the rest, I think, best loves ye. Jul. His little speaking shows his love but small. 4. Fire, that is closest kept, burns most of all. ul. They do not love, that do not show their love. Luc. O, they love least, that let men know their love. l. I would, I knew his mina. Luc. Peruse this paper, madam. ul. To Julia,-Say, from whom! Luc. That the contents will show. Jul. Say, say; who gave it thee? Luc. Sir Valentine's page; and sent, I think, from Proteus: [way, He would have given it you, but I, being in the Did in your name receive it; pardon the fault, 1 pray. Jul. Now, by my modesty, a goodly broker!* Dare you presume to harbour wanton lines? To whisper and conspire against my youth? Now, trust me, 'tis an office of great worth, And you an officer fit for the place. There, take the paper, see it be return'd, Or else return no more into my sight. Luc. To plead for love deserves more fee than hate. Jul. Will you be gone? Luc. That you may ruminate. [Exit. Jul. And yet, I would I had o'erlook'd the letter. It were a shame to call her back again, Jul. Heavy? belike, it hath some burden then, Luc. Ay; and melodious were it, would you sing it. Ju. And why not you? Luc. I cannot reach so high. Jul. Let's see your song:-How now, minion ? Luc. Keep tune there still, so you will sing it out: And yet, methinks, I do not like this tune. Luc. No, madam; it is too sharp. And mar the concord with too harsh a descant:* Luc. Indeed, I bid the baset for Proteus. Jul. This babble shall not henceforth trouble Here is a coils with protestation !- [me. [Tears the letter. Go, get you gone; and let the papers lie: You would be fingering them, to anger me. Luc. She makes it strange; but she would be best pleas'd To be so anger'd with another letter. [Exit. Jul. Nay, would I were so anger'd with the same! O hateful hands, to tear such loving words! I'll kiss each several paper for amends. I throw thy name against the bruising stones And thus I search it with a sovereign kiss. But twice, or thrice, was Proteus written down? Be calm, good wind, blow not a word away, Unto a ragged, fearful, hanging rock, To the sweet Julia;-that I'll tear away; see things too, although you judge I wink. Jul. Come, come, will't please you go? [Exeunt. SCENE III.-The same. A room in ANTONIO'S House. Enter ANTONIO and PANTHINO. Ant. Tell me, Panthino, what sad talk was Wherewith my brother held you in the cloister? Pan. He wonder'd, that your lordship to that Whereon this month I have been hammering. Pan. "Twere good, I think, your lordship sent him thither: There shall he practise tilts and tournaments, [men; Pro. There is no news, my lord; but that he writes How happily he lives, how well belov'd, Pro. As one relying on your lordship's will, Muse not that I thus suddenly proceed; Pro. My lord, I cannot be so soon provided; Please you, deliberate a day or two. Ant. Look what thou want'st, shall be sent after thee: No more of stay; to-morrow thon must go.Come on, Panthino; you shall be employ'd To hasten on his expedition. [Exeunt ANT. and PAN. Pro. Thus have I shunn'd the fire, for fear of burning; [drown'd: And drench'd me in the sea, where I am I fear'd to show my father Julia's letter, Lest he should take exceptions to my love; And with the vantage of mine own excuse Hath he excepted most against my love. O, how this spring of love resembleth The uncertain glory of an April day; Which now shows all the beauty of the sun, And by and by a cloud takes all away! Re-enter PANTHINO. [Exeunt. Pan. Sir Proteus, your father calls for you; I will despatch him to the emperor's court. With other gentlemen of good esteem, [him. And, in good time,-now will we break with Enter PROTEUS. Pro. Sweet love! sweet lines! sweet life! Here is her hand, the agent of her heart; Here is her oath for love, her honour's pawn: O, that our fathers would applaud our loves, To seal our happiness with their consents! O heavenly Julia! Ant. How now? what letter are you reading there? Pro. May't please your lordship, 'tis a word ACT II. SCENE I.-Milan. An Apartment in the DUKE'S Palace. Val. Ha! let me see: ay, give it me, it's mine : Sweet ornament that decks a thing divine! Speed. Madam Silvia! madam Silvia! Speed. She is not within hearing, Sir. too slow. Val. Go to, Sir; tell me, do you know ma. dam Silvia? Speed. She that your worship loves? Val. Why, how know you that Jam in love? Speed. Marry, by these special marks: First, you have learned, like Sir Proteus, to wreath your arms like a male content; to relish a love Allowance * Wonder. 1 1 |